Scars on my knuckles, too many fist fights, both eyes blackened from all of the beatings, stuck on the rope looking for an escape, blue from the bruises, I can not last another round
See what you have done A broken wall of hopes A small tear across my heart I am left to think I have nothing more You turned and left Not a hug, word or thought Now often down and sad I roam Watching, Waiting For things to end